Poetry

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IN BETWEEN

Maybe I’ll see you tonight
in that hazy place where my dreams come and go.
Times like this, when I’m between light and dark
are the hardest.
can’t dream
can’t wake up
... floating out there, somewhere
beyond the galaxy,
but within my mind’s eye.
I don’t think I can make it tonight,
lying here by myself, the night stretching ahead of me,
not knowing what’s out there
or what’s in here.
The Sunrise is years away
and I’m old now...or so it seems.
The Day left me, lost and wandering,
in between,
in the place where I can’t dream.

YOUNG SUMMERS

I long for the days of my youth,
when endless summer days
were all I lived for.
When worries were no bigger
than raindrops racing me to the porch
or spiders in my playhouse.
When the sun painted the yard
polka dot gold,
and the leaves were dappled pink,
and pale,
and shimmering.
And the breezes tasted like cool water,
and felt like warm watermelon
melting on my tongue.

DANCIN'

Strrrrretch. ahhhhhh..
pull me closer..yeah, that’s it.
wanna dance some more baby?
yeah? then kiss my cheek
and ask me nicely...

Come on Mama
show me what you’re worth.
five minute sways are pricey these days huh?
but you’re worth it
with an ass like that,
you’re worth it.
Bitch! Back off,
this is a private party.
Us Two, we’re making this one happen
all on our own, so step back.
can’t ya see I’m dancin’?

CALL ME WHEN YOU GET THERE

There’s a debilitating silence
beating inside my head,
big whamming drums stomping
and slamming
behind my blinking, wide eyes.
And I think of you.
Cocking your head,
smiling through acid tears, and whispering, “I’ll miss you baby.”
“Don’t forget me princess.”
“Call me when you get there.”
Needing you back is a disease
that nothing can cure.
Not sex.
Not love.
Nothing.
You still love me you say.
“I’ll get you back one day,
when I’m ok, I miss you baby.”
And I say,
“Call me when you get there.”

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